A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

Evans was born at 3:10

the one who picked the name

was a simple building with windows that had a Light green wooden

drinking a cup of hot

round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still

looking outside. His thin stature made

had almost given up

still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

him with a glass of water and medicine in his

time for you to take the medicine,”

seemed like he had not

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be

nose twitched when

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully

also her favorite food,”

to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and

Mark heard this, he began to

he stopped

he had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He

not call her,” he said

didn’t have to give Cecilia too much

was very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies.

took the medicines from him and swallowed them without a

and a nurse came

was done, Mark looked sideways at

got weaker and weaker

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia

doctor had almost

still alive. He had lived two

standing behind him with a glass

medicine,” Peter reminded

like he had

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very lively

twitched when

the year, the Evans

favorite

didn’t know what to say in response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should

this, he began to fumble in his

then, he stopped

about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if

not call her,” he

have to give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and

“Please take your medicine.

some pumpkin pies. You can have

medicines from him

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help put on the medical

done, Mark looked sideways at the

phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

was rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

behavior was much like

while and call him

fact, this Cecilia in

gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame

point, Mark woke

room were white, just like the snowy environment

gently closed

he needed

ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without

to buy the pumpkin

foreign nurse was in the

to return home. He

Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he

knew he couldn’t

give up as

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

stay strong

it difficult

started to make paper

grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch

wanted to go there because

fingers trembled

Peter came back to the

run into a snowstorm on his way, so

time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,”

saw the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

arranged the paper planes and smiled at him,

of

actually took

more than a

putting it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

eyes and

go back home and have a family reunion,” he said

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assured him. But he could see that Mark was

ask him about it, Mark’s phone rang.

it was around 4 a.m. in

was somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long

Edwin misses you,”

into a

silly boy,”

it might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

voice sounded

heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to

to a girl that had been named

so violently that he couldn’t say anything for some

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses

Mark closed his eyes.

Waylen continued, “Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the baby

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a good

first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

sniffed and

he never even dared

in the room all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since

“What happened?” he asked.

on the edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter

and he

great,” he said

is a good sign on the first day of the new year. And

agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he

to fly back home to see

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glance would

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